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{ASSM}Shake Hands Across Her Back by Shakespeare_I._Aint(MMF/reluctant)
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Warning: This story contains scenes of unprotected sex with a relative
stranger. Such practices are not physically healthy.
Shake Hands Across Her Back By Shakespeare_I._Aint
Anyone whose job requires extensive travel will tell you that it isn't
worth it for the money they make. They'll tell you how lonely it is on
the road away from your loved ones, sitting alone in your room, or trying
to make something happen in a hotel bar, and then sitting alone in your
room.
I've got a hobby.
I wouldn't give up the roadwork for anything.
Call me Rick. I'm a married white male, mid 30s, lovely wife, 3 kids,
suburban house, two sport utility payments and a mortgage. I'm employed
as a systems programmer with a large company. I am a guru.
I travel a lot. It's what I like. Most times I pick my assignments.
Short time projects--three days here, four days there. Home on the week-
ends. My work is excellent; so excellent in fact that the company I work
for would like to promote to head up large system projects all over the
world.
Like Saudi Arabia.
I can't get fucked in Saudi Arabia. I don't think anyone can. So I
don't go.
But send me to Wichita, Kansas, and I'm packing my bags.
I'm 6'3", 200 pounds, with nice proportions, and it is my belief that
I've got an inch over the average. I'm not superman. I always hope to
be considered relatively. Grade me on a curve.
I've got a hobby. My hobby is first-time threesomes. I'm number three.
It is my sport, my intellectual, spiritual, and martial exercise.
The intriguing thing about having threesomes as a hobby is that the
"Game" has several aspects, each part of which I relish.
First is the "search" phase, the part where I find and contact those
wishing to participate in a first time threesome. Much of my leisure
road time is spent in my room, with my laptop connected to a phone
outlet. My associates do not like to travel with me. I'm no fun.
Next comes the "sell" phase, where I convince a prospective couple that I
would be the most suitable candidate for their first threesome. I'm
selling me. Sometimes it takes minutes, other times it takes months. A
lot of times it just doesn't happen. Realize that I never receive any
meaningful feedback about where I was found lacking--it's like posting a
story to A.S.S.M.
I keep a lot of irons in the fire.
The last phase is the ACT. The act is the physical and psychological
culmination of my hard work; my reward so to speak.
Wichita, Kansas is in my here and now. My window of opportunity.
I correspond with a married couple there. He's talked her into a
threesome. Or at least browbeat her into one.
His name is Ken.
Her name is Kate.
They're a typical mid-thirties, breadbasket of America couple from what I
can tell. He put the pressure on her for a threesome and she finally
gave in. I believe she's doing it for him. I'm doing it for me. Ken's
doing it for himself; we're both gonna do it to Kate.
He posted to a newsgroup, looking for a suitable male. I made the cut-
off, then passed the interrogatories. I won when I wrote him that we
would shake hands across her back. The phrase tickled him pink. He had
never heard that one before.
Ken is about 5'8 and 200 pounds. His best years are behind him
physically. I sense the small man syndrome about him. He's proud of his
wife and the fact that they're taking their relationship to a whole new
level. He wishes that I was shorter, so he wouldn't feel inferior.
He'll want to demonstrate his control over Kate to me. I know that
because all the correspondence I've had has been with him. Not them.
Just him. He makes no reference to her thoughts on the subject. I
wonder if she even knows what he's got planned. It wouldn't surprise me
if she didn't.
The first time is always the hardest, but I get off on the communication
between the two. Spoken and unspoken. As the physical time approaches
and they hesitantly blurt out exactly what they are looking for.
Sometimes it's very surprising.
I enjoy watching their faces, their body language, the signals they pass
between themselves. The tension, the guilt, reluctance, and lust. The
Act. The afterglow, when he'll watch her intently for her signals. Was
it okay? Did she like it or regret it? Is the marriage exciting again
or have I shot the spunk that broke the camel's back?
I prefer to meet them in their hotel or in their home. They are more
comfortable there, especially the woman. She's the object of attention,
and she'll be nervous whether the idea was hers or not. Usually a bit of
social drinking is involved. Sometimes a little marijuana, if they've
brought any--it's not something I usually go in for. But it's not for my
benefit anyway. It's to relax her or him, or both.
We talk about nothing, but every word means something. They want to know
I'm exactly as I seem in my correspondence. That I'm healthy and stable.
I've heard the questions before and I have the answers ready. By now,
I'm able to amplify my answers and give them information they hadn't
thought to ask. It relaxes them.
They'll know I've done this thing before, but they won't realize it's the
first time threesomes that I seek almost exclusively.
Ken and Kate decided to rent a room at a Wichita hotel. At 7:30 p.m. I
knock on their door.
Ken invites me in. I survey the room. Unless Kate's in the bathroom,
she's not there. Ken explains that he sent her down to pick up extra
film for their Polaroid camera. He is tense, and his words fly out.
Ken tells me that his wife, Kate, will know why I'm here, but she's
highly nervous, and it wouldn't take much to make her back out. He tells
me that he's going to have to take charge, and if I'm able to help her
relax, he'd appreciate it.
Ken asks to see my clean bill of health, which I give him. He wants us
to ride bareback tonight. He shows me their test results, which are in
the pink. Our conversation is stopped by a fumbling at the door.
Kate enters the room and closes the door behind her without looking at
us, knowing that I've arrived.
Kate is about 5'3" and 130 pounds. Her hair and eyes are brown. She is
wearing a black skirt with a red blouse. Shoulder-length hair brushed
back into a neat ponytail. Legs and bottom appear heavy for her height.
She looks like a comfortable ride. Breasts are a package to be examined
later. She flashes a mournful smile at me as Ken introduces us. She is
beautiful in her way.
Ken speeds through the introduction and produces my clean bill of health,
which Kate acknowledges simply. She asks to speak with Ken a moment
privately. She is jumpy. I offer to open and breathe the champagne that
I've brought. The suggestion is gratefully accepted by Kate, who speaks
quickly and quietly with Ken at the door. I step into the bathroom and
shut the door behind me. I can hear them anyway. They're so nervous
that their voices carry an urgency and volume that travels. I'm slightly
nervous too, so my senses are highly attenuated.
Kate tells Ken that she checked with the baby-sitter, and the kids are
all right. Ken tells her to relax and that everything's okay. He tells
her I seem fine to him. He asks her what she thinks of me. Kate says
I'm "okay". High praise indeed. Ken asks her if she's ready. He asks
her a second time before she murmurs something. I hear them kissing.
Time for my grand entrance.
I re-enter their immediate reality, with my first bottle of champagne and
the tacky plastic two-piece champagne glasses I've brought. I always buy
two expensive bottles of champagne, and a cold bottle of Goldschlager
schnapps, but also the cheap glasses. I can't explain it.
We sit and talk. I'm in the chair; they're sitting on the double bed.
Ken leads the conversation, while Kate searches my face as I respond.
She sips quickly.
I tell them about my job and my travels. They ask what I think about
Wichita and the State of Kansas. We go on from there. Kate loosens up
just enough to ask questions of her own. I sense that she has to know
me--that I can't just be the anonymous stranger piling onto her. She
begins to relax and we talk about how nervous she is and the negative
conception she has of her own body, having had two children and now being
in her mid-thirties. I tell her honestly that many men, as they age,
stop looking for the twenty year old dumb blondes with flawless asses and
flawed minds. We start looking more towards someone comfortable and real.
Ken takes our conversation in quietly for awhile. I can tell my attempt
at intimacy between us bothers him and takes away his control. I'm not
surprised when he interrupts.
Ken rises and says it's Time. His words chill Kate, but he blunders on.
He brings her to her feet and they hug, falling back onto the bed
clumsily. He begins an undressing of his wife, as she lays on her back.
He's nothing, if not efficient. He hands back the clothes he's shucking
off her. I fold them neatly and place them on the credenza. I wait.
Kate is stiff as a board on that bed. She avoids my gaze. She watches
Ken, maybe hoping for a reprieve?
Ken looks back at me, to gauge my reaction to Kate's charms. Her breasts
are fine, beautiful ripe white oranges, with just the nicest sag, and
small stretch marks from her pregnancies. Her stomach is slightly
pooched out, but hell, after three kids I'd look that that too. Her
thighs are darling marbled hams. She hasn't looked my way since Ken took
over. I give the man to man nod of approval that Ken expects. He gets
back to his business.
Ken doffs his clothes. He's short and pudgy, out of shape. His pubis is
one mass of pubic hair with his penis peeking out. Can't hardly compare,
but the edge appears to be mine. Don't think it isn't important, because
it is. Ask Ken.
Ken goes short on the foreplay. He kneewalks to the head of the bed. He
places his penis into Kate's pretty face. She hesitates, as if to make a
final appeal, then opens her mouth and takes him in.
I slip out of my clothing and step gingerly over to the bed. Ken says he
wants me to start on Kate; get her going, he says. Kate has been
watching me while I disrobed, and I hope she is pleased. I sit at the
bottom of the bed. Kate automatically opens her short heavy legs. I can
tell she is still nervous about me watching her have sex with Ken. And
she'll be even more nervous. But Ken won't stop the show now. He is
enjoying himself immensely in her mouth.
I drop my torso down between her legs. My inspection of her genitalia is
quick, and it appears clean and visually appealing. Her privates are
neatly trimmed; a definite bonus. Her smell is feminine. Musky and
vaginal. I give her the warm-up laps, then move into the compulsories.
Given time, I will finish with an evolution of generally accepted oral
caresses.
My first minute down on Kate produces only the slightest response. In
the second minute, her legs part, and she slowly rises on the balls of
her feet, levering her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips start to gape
open, and her scent intensifies. I glance up from my work. Kate is
giving Ken his blowjob. She coats him liberally with her saliva as he
pistons himself into her mouth. Ken grunts and moans.
Time to switch, Ken announces. He backs off the bed, his penis jutting
wetly from his abdomen. He strokes himself and heads down to the foot of
the bed. Ken plants himself in the valley that I abandon. I make my way
willingly to Kate's top of the bed. Ken plants his face into Kate's
gash, but not before he tells Kate to suck.
I watch Kate intensely as she turns her head to me. Her eyes are glassy,
almost in tears, and her face displays an embarrassed shame as her eyes
meet mine. I smile at her. She blushes beet red. She leans towards my
cock as I position myself at her face. Her lip is quivering--does she
feel like crying? She opens her mouth and accepts my penis into her
mouth.
Her mouth is warm and enveloping. Soft and exciting. She gives wet
blowjobs. Just as I'm about to start sawing into her, she grasps my
balls with one hand and moves her face, holding my cock in place. Her
mouth moves up and down my length. Suction and release. A wonderful
tongue action swabbing the underside of my peter. Her fingernails
scratch lightly on my balls. Shamed or not, she is very good. She
watches my face, and she knows she is good. She'll leave with at least
that much.
How does it feel Kate? Kate has become involved in her first three-way,
with a man she met only an hour ago. I know she's got thoughts in her
head; she probably wouldn't be here given a choice. She's been taken
away from her comfortable married life. Brought here by the person she'd
vowed to honor, cherish, and possibly obey. To indulge a fantasy of his;
one that she doesn't really share. Just trying to make Ken happy.
Ken runs his face up and down Kate's snatch, bumping his nose on her
clitoris with his tongue following in the furrow. Kate sucks my penis,
providing all the movement. I'm just standing there as she moves her
mouth on and off my cock. Damn good.
Ken raises his soggy face and lightly slaps Kate's left thigh. He tells
her to turn over and get on all fours. Kate responds slowly, pulling her
face off my penis without looking at me, then rolling onto her side and
finishes up in the doggy position. Ken grabs her ass and angles her
backside towards the middle of the bed while telling her to keep sucking
me. He tells me to pull out when I'm ready and blast my load onto her
face. Having given us our marching orders, Ken heaves himself up onto
his knees. He strokes his penis a few times for luck and presses himself
into Kate's vagina.
Kate moans, then with her eyes closed, opens her mouth to accept me. My
penis goes eagerly back into the warm confines of her mouth. She holds
me there motionless.
Ken's pubis is slapping away at Kate's ass as he fucks her quickly,
driving towards his come. I start to slip myself into her face. Kate is
breathing quickly through her nose now. She is close to coming. Her
tongue begins to lave the underside of my penis again.
Ken is staring at me as his wife blows me. I smile and extend my hand of
friendship to him. We shake hands across Kate's back. I'll be damned if
he wasn't actually waiting for that. He has a silly grin on his face,
and I do too. Ken gets back into his slamming.
Ken grunts and stiffens inside her, then bucks in and out eight or nine
times. I'm guessing he's squirted inside her.
Ken scissors his way down the bed, his penis dangling wetly between his
legs. He picks up the Polaroid camera from the credenza and heads up to
my position. Say when, Ken tells me. I nod, and concentrate on my
penis, which is luxuriating in Kate's mouth. Very close now, I pull out
and nod to Ken.
Ken tells Kate to open her mouth. I jettison my load as the first flash
of the Polaroid explodes in the room.
My first shot strikes Kate right between her tightly closed eyes. Her
hand slips down between her legs and she works herself quickly. Her
mouth opens and my second shot, adjusted for windage and trajectory,
hoses onto her upper lip and down into her mouth. My third and fourth
attempts sail right through the uprights onto her tongue. My waning
shots are used to paint her cheeks, chin and neck. Her exhalations tell
me she made it herself. I'm glad of that; I feel I didn't contribute much
to her orgasm.
Ken's not through. He instructs Kate to lay on her back. Kate eases
herself down somewhat tiredly. Ken has her spread her legs so he can
photograph his man goo oozing out of her vagina. Ken tells me to
straddle her head and face him. As his direction, I flop my penis over
her forehead to show the organ that has made such a mess on her pretty
face. Ken photographs us quickly for posterity. He takes pictures of me
using my organ to move my sperm from her cheeks into her mouth and her
tongue coming out to lick the head of the conqueror. It's all very
exciting.
Ken sets his camera down gently, and tosses Kate a towel. She wipes her
face, avoiding our gaze as she rises and heads to the bathroom. Ken
announces that it's breaktime. While Kate performs her ablutions in the
bathroom with the jet-powered exhaust fan, Ken and I grin amiably at each
other, and pour some more champagne.
Ken asks me my opinion. I tell him that it seemed to go very well. That
Kate is a beautiful, sexy woman and that he is a lucky man to have her.
Ken wants specifics though; wants to know what I think of Kate's body and
her blowjob. I cheerfully admit that I think her blowjob was
exceptional, and shooting onto her face was delightful. Ken tells me I
trashed her face. He seems highly pleased with the pictures he has
taken. He shows them to me eagerly.
Ken tells me we'll do Kate again. He face goes no shit serious for a
minute, asking me if I'm sure I'm disease-free. I assure him most
strenuously that I am. Ken relaxes.
Kate returns from the bathroom, looking uncomfortable and apprehensive.
She has donned a short, white terrycloth robe. She sits on the edge of
the bed with her knees primly together. Ken starts pouring glasses of
schnapps. We start to get looser.
Ken shows Kate the Polaroids he shot of her degradation. She stares at
them reflectively as she sips her drinks. Ken is ecstatic, telling her
what a good little whore she is and how hard we both came. That gets a
rueful smile from her. Soon, Ken gets her to admit that she liked me
shooting my load onto her face, especially the fact that I was a
stranger. Ken tells her that he was getting jealous just watching. I
can tell he's not serious, but Kate seems to want to hear that. Ken
starts to discuss what he wants to do next. Kate drinks faster.
Ken says he wants both of us in Kate at the same time. He wants to start
out with Kate giving us some head, then go on from there. Kate sighs
and sinks to her knees on the carpet between Ken's legs. Ken spreads his
legs and Kate begins a slow wet licking of his rising penis. Then she
pays special attention to his sac; her tongue leaving wet trails on Ken's
flesh. Ken tells her to do her special thing. Kate hesitates, then, as
Ken lays back and pulls his short, heavy legs up, starts to lick his
crinkled hairy anus. Ken moans appreciatively. I am impressed. Kate
strokes his wet penis with her small hands and darts her tongue into his
ass. My penis thickens just watching.
Ken flips himself over into a doggy position on the bed. His ass is
presented to Kate, who doesn't miss a stroke. Ken spreads his cheeks and
her tongue lashes his asshole, bathing him. Ken is erect, and so am I.
Ken tells me to take Kate's robe off. I kneel down behind her and pull
her robe off. Ken wants me to squeeze her breasts as she licks his ass.
I comply willingly, her delightfully saggy soft orbs in my hands. I
squeeze alternately, eliciting low moans from Kate. Ken tells me to
squeeze them hard, so I do. Kate's moans turn into gasps, and her
backside presses against my groin. I pinch and pull at her nipples for
greater effect.
Ken suddenly rolls off the bed, pulling the comforter off and tossing it
onto the carpeted floor. He grabs my arm and tells me to get on all
fours on the bed. I clamber up and assume the position Ken left. Kate
is still kneeling behind my butt waiting. For the first time, I don't
want to look at her face. Will she do for me what she did for Ken?
Ken kneels behind Kate, holding her and kissing her neck. She responds
by leaning back into him. Ken nuzzles and kisses her shoulders, then
leans her forward. She catches her forward weight on her hands. Ken
tells her to start on me. He grasps his penis and slips it into her
vagina.
Kate leans forward and starts to lick my ass. It is wonderful. Her nose
and tongue are bumping my crevice gently as Ken screws her. My cock is
rampant. I've never had anyone lick me back there. Kate stiffens her
tongue and probes me. Softer than any finger, her tongue is warm and
wet. I could come this way, pumping my seed onto the sheets. It is over
all too soon.
Ken pulls out of Kate and spreads the comforter on the floor. He takes a
plastic bottle of Sex Grease out of an overnight bag on the credenza and
tosses it to me. Kate watches the flight of the bottle dubiously. Ken
works quickly. He lays down on his back on the comforter and beckons
Kate to straddle him. Kate sinks slowly down onto his abdomen, holding
his penis up to slip into her pussy. She lowers herself, impaled on his
member. Her comfortable, dimpled ass is presented to me. They hold a
kiss for what seems to be an eternity, Ken slowly grinding up into her,
Kate sinking down to envelop his penis. Me waiting for a signal.
Ken breaks the kiss, looking out at me past Kate's left arm. He is also
checking the view presented in the vanity sink mirror mounted on the
wall. Kate's backside is visible to him, and I realize he selected that
part of the floor for just that reason. He tells me to climb aboard. I
move over and straddle Ken's legs and sink down to my haunches. Kate's
alabaster ass, bumps my groin. I grease my penis, giving it a few more
rubs than is really necessary. Ken kisses Kate, pulling her face down to
his. Her full moon ass is parted slightly, and I can see my target, her
brownish asshole, starred in the creamy expanse of her pale valley.
Mama, I'm coming home.
I do my sight alignment and press my cock against her anus. Kate moans
at the contact, still locked in a passionate kiss with Ken. I advance
into her slowly, savoring the warm, grip on my cockhead. Kate accepts me
into her ass, moaning into Ken's mouth. I keep the pressure on, half my
shaft sliding into her tract, millimeter by millimeter. It is good.
Halfway in I start my sawing motion, easing the way as the lubricant on
my penis coats her insides. Finally, I bury my penis inside Ken's wife.
It is a buttery brown glove, and I could be at peace here for awhile.
Ken breaks his kiss off and looks around the side of Kate, at me. I'm
squatting over his legs with my cock buried in his wife's ass. He smiles
and we begin to put it to her, Ken arching up into her vagina; me sawing
into her ass. Our cocks are rubbing each other, separated by only the
thin membrane of Kate's perineum. We saw and grind out of sync, then
find the alternating motion that allows full penetration. Kate is
gasping quiet loudly now; whether in pleasure or pain or a combination
thereof; Ken squeezing and pulling her tits harder than I would have even
considered. Ken starts up with his dirty talk, calling her his good
little slut and asking her how it feels to have two cocks in her. Kate
is in a frenzy, I'm certain that she's coming now. I can feel a slight
pressure shocks on my cock as her anus spasms in time to her orgasm.
This is all right.
We grind into Kate. The room is too warm now and I'm sweating from
banging her ass. Ken is covered in a sheen of sweat and my hand are
slippery as I grasp Kate's pale hips and drive myself into her. The
air is filled with the slapping of flesh. My legs are weakening from
squatting low enough to pierce her.
Ken stiffens. He yells that he's coming. He arches his back as he
squirts inside Kate. She plunges down on him to give him the maximum
penetration. Ken's face tightens as he empties himself up into her.
Then his face relaxes and he starts to control his rapid breathing. Kate
is motionless now, my cock buried in her ass. I was riding out Ken's
orgasm. Now it's my turn. I start to piledrive her. Ken watches Kate's
reaction intently as I plunder the depths of her colon. Kate's eyes are
closed. She pushes back against me as I piston myself against the
pillows of her ass. She is panting with exertion. With a mighty thrust,
I announce my orgasm and plant my seed deep within her. Ken looks mighty
impressed. The three of us rest a while. I slump down to my knees.
Kate looks uncomfortable resting on Ken with me at her back. We're both
still inserted into her.
Finally, Ken wriggles out from underneath his wife. He grabs the
Polaroid camera and instructs me to ease out of Kate's ass so he can get
a picture of our cum oozing out of her holes. I pull out gently then
move to the side. Ken snaps the pictures. Kate's asshole reddened and
swollen with a slight loose gape. My cum is visible just inside the
interior. Ken's cum is drooling out of her pussy onto the comforter. It
makes an excellent photo opportunity for Ken. Ken then directs Kate and
I to stand together, so he can finish that pack. We stand naked and
slightly uncomfortable together; my hand around her waist while he shoots
the picture. Then he tells Kate to grab my spent member and he snaps
another. For the last picture, he has Kate kneel along side me with her
face near my dangling penis, as though she is about to suck my soiled
cock into her mouth. He coerces her to smile.
Kate heads to the bathroom to clean up. She walks with that particular
shamble women use when they are leaking down the inside of their legs.
There isn't a towel handy to hold between her legs as she walks. Mea
Culpa--I'm usually thoughtful that way. I admire her hanging bottom. I
never do say goodnight to her. Ken shakes my hand and thanks me
sincerely. He says that the experience was everything he hoped it would
be and that he would appreciate it if I would contact him if my job took
me through Wichita again. I tell that the pleasure was mine and that
maybe next time we'll videotape our session. Ken's eyes light up at the
prospect.
The End.
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